Clement at Sunnydale Part 2
This is a work of erotic fiction. It is not to be read by minors. It includes acts of consensual/non-consensual homosexual acts between two teenagers. If you are offended by this kind of erotic fantasy, or if you may be unduly influenced by it, please search for something else to read for your personal erotic fictional entertainment. This is a fictional account. Any similarities between characters or institutions depicted in this story and those in real life are unintentional and purely coincidental.
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By the time Clement had reached 15 years of age he had swallowed a lot of semen from the cocks of white teenagers at Sunnydale. They pumped their loads into Clement's mouth almost on a daily basis and he had learned to like it, although he could never admit this to them – or to himself.
He learned that swallowing white teenagers' cum made him akin to being their "blood brother," although they seemed to simply enjoy the sensation of having the black boy's thick, soft lips wrapped around their hard white cocks.
Clement spent a great deal of time on his knees, staring at the pure milky whiteness of the other boy's thighs and burying his face in their blond or sandy brown pubes.
The boys enjoyed using Clement during those long stretches of time when they had to be away from their girlfriends and couldn't get out of the reform school on furlough.
Clement's thick lips and moist tongue were as good as any pussy they could get on the outside. It always gave them a sense of pride and accomplishment to see strands of their thick white cum oozing down the black boy's chin or the side of his face after they had finished with him.
Clement grew accustomed to having the taste of the white teenagers' jism in his mouth. He savored that taste and beat off to it, reimagining what it felt like to hold onto the boy's ruddy knees as he steadied himself while they pounded his face with their stiff ivory cocks.
Clement felt as though he was making himself useful to young European squires who would eventually become courageous young knights. In Clement's eyes they were like young white gods of virtue. He saw himself as providing a vital service for them, easing their teenage sexual frustrations and the tensions.
One day administrators assigned Clement a new roommate; he was a tall, brown-skinned Asian, the rich color of dark gold, named Jain. He was from southern China. Clement was fascinated by the boy's smooth bronze skin, his straight dark hair and deep mysterious eyes. Clement watched Jain closely as the boy, although strong and solidly built, seemed to move across the room with the softness, subtlety and agility of cat.
Jain's smooth golden skin and his straight black hair, his small nose and lush ruby lips, gave him the appearance of being exceptionally neat and orderly. These were qualities Clement wanted in his own life.
His features were dark, sharp and alert. Everything about Jain seemed to be clean and efficient rather than wasteful and disorderly, like some of the boys Clement knew from his own neighborhood.
During the morning and at night Clement found himself transfixed by the bronze Asian's body, as the boy stripped down to his boxer shorts; soft shadows outlining the firm muscle tone of Jain's chest, arms and legs. Clement found he was getting aroused as he secretly stole glances of the boy.
Clement just couldn't look away when Jain was nearly naked, getting dressed in the morning or preparing to take a shower. He satisfied himself with the thought that he was just curious and admiring the body of another male in the same way that a good basketball player admires another basketball player's moves.
But Clement sported a raging hard-on every time he looked at Jain, and wanted to go down on his knees and suck the Asian boy's cock. He found these impulses disturbing, and dismissed them, because Clement didn't want to think of himself as being a "faggot."
One day, when Jain was in the shower, Clement locked the door of their room and rummaged through the Asian boy's dirty laundry, sniffing the boy's underwear, savoring the smell of the shit stains on the boy's pants and imbibing the pungent odor of the boy's arm pits that still lingered on his discarded t-shirts.
It was then that Clement came upon a pair of the boy's pajama bottoms.
He noticed that the area around the opening for the boy's cock was stiff with heavy white stains. The stains were cakey and came off in flakes.
Clement sniffed the stains, which smelled like pineapple. He licked them, making them moist with a thick and slimy consistency in his mouth. Clement realized that they were dried cum stains that the Asian boy must have ejaculated during a wet dream or masturbation.
Clement sucked on the garment some more, sucking all of the cum stains off of the boy's pajama bottom. His mouth was now coated with the bronze Asian's rehydrated cum. It was as though the Asian had become a part of him.
Clement felt a rush of arousal; he unzipped his trousers and started stroking himself. He stroked himself nearly to the point of orgasm when he suddenly heard his roommate fumbling with his keys to unlock the door.
Clement tossed the boy's pajamas back in the laundry sack and quickly tried to zip himself up before his roommate entered the room.
When Jain finally opened the door he looked annoyed, "Why did you lock the door? What if I didn't have my keys?"
Clement was afraid to look the boy in the eyes, folded his arms across his chest and stared out of the window, "I dunno, I didn't know it was locked. I guess I just did it out of habit."
Jain pulled out a fresh pair of boxer shorts from his drawer and turned to his laundry sack to discard the old pair he had been wearing.
He stared at the sack and then turned around and eyed Clement suspiciously, but Clement refused to look at him.
After Clement's little "discovery" that afternoon he made it a habit to visit Jain's laundry sack on almost a daily basis. Every day he found that the boy's underclothes carried rich smells from the Asian teenager's body that drove Clement into a wild frenzy of masturbation.
He covered his face with the boy's dirty t-shirts and boxer shorts and beat off, often having several orgasms in a row. Frequently he hit the jackpot and discovered the familiar cakes of dried cum on the boy's underwear and pajama bottoms. Clement sucked on these, making his mouth slimy with the boy's revitalized cum and savoring its flavor.
Just as white boys had come to represent chivalry in Clement's mind, this Asian boy came to represent deep and mystical sage-like wisdom. Clement sought to share in the boy's god-like virtues, and honor him, by ingesting his dried semen.
Clement began to stash pieces of Jain's dirty laundry in his bed during the day so that, at night, when he was convinced his roommate was sound asleep, he could pull the items out, smother his face in them and jack-off until he was exhausted and fell asleep.
The sweaty body odors and cakes of Jain's cum stains enveloped Clement's face as if Jain himself were lying on top of him. For Clement, it was the next best thing to having the young Asian warrior sharing his most intimate body parts with him.
One night, when Clement was lost in the ecstasy of smothering himself in the Asian boy's soiled laundry while frantically jerking himself off he felt a shadow cast over him.
Clement pulled the boy's clothing off of his face to find Jain fully awake, standing over him, stark naked and watching.
Clement could see, in the pale moonlight that Jain was sporting a throbbing hard-on that was jutting just inches from the black boy's face, yet Jain was expressionless as he stared at the pathetic masturbator.
Clement froze with embarrassment, not knowing what to say or do. He had been caught and couldn't explain his way out of it.
Finally Jain broke the silence. In a deep voice, full of mystery and intimacy, the Asian boy said, "All this time you have used substitutes; now it is time for you to work on the real thing."
With that he grabbed the back of Clement's head and shoved his throbbing cock into the startled black boy's mouth.
Clement had always thought the boy's cock would be tasteless and clean, almost with a sanitary sterility, but instead it was heavy and earthy, masculine and musty.
The Asian boy pushed his cock all the way to the back of Clement's throat, nearly cutting off his air, and smothered him in the thick wild bush of his straight black pubic hair.
The smell was all-too familiar to Clement; it was the smell he had been imbibing all along as he wrapped his face in the Asian god's soiled clothes. Now the experience was fuller and more intense. Clement tasted the sweat of the boy's body and felt the warmth of Jain's flesh as his member throbbed in Clement's startled mouth.
Jain grabbed Clement's head and humped violently in his mouth. In a deep voice Jain intoned, "Suck me, niiiiigger faggot." The young Asian warrior was hunched over and humping the black boy's face.
Clement felt like a hapless slave that was being raped by his captor as part of the spoils of war. He slobbered on the Asian boy's cock, as if to acknowledge Jain's beauty, strength and power.
Jain used his cock like a golden lance as he repeatedly rammed it down the black boy's throat. Clement gagged, gurgled and gasped for air as the smooth-skinned Asian male used his head, holding it tight while he impaled his mouth.
Clement's eyes grew wide and began to water as the bronze warrior fucked his mouth mercilessly, breathing heavily with every thrust.
In the musty haze of unleashed teenage sensuality Clement felt kinship with young Asian, whose thrusts in his mouth grew more and more frenzied as if this was all Clement was good for.
Clement felt both demeaned and aroused by the way the Asian teenager was treating him. To be fucked so mercilessly by Jain's golden cock, which was hard and beautiful, was exciting and humiliating.
Clement was finally getting what he wanted – he no longer had to satisfy himself with the scent of the Asian's body on his soiled clothes, how he was getting a face full of the boy's musty pubes and lubricating body fluids in his mouth.
Jain let out a loud gasp. His body bucked in a spastic orgasm. He hissed, "Swallow my cuuumm, niiiiiggger," and shot thick warm ropes of jism down the black boy's throat.
Clement swallowed the Asian boy's cum, feeling proud that his bronze god felt that he was worthy of it.
Jain kept pumping his cock in the boy's mouth, gradually slowing down, allowing it to soften on Clement's tongue and to drain himself of all his body fluids before extracting himself from the boy's lips.
Clement's mouth was sticky and slimy with Asian cum. Both boys breathed heavily, as if they had just completed a wrestling match. Their bodies heaved in the moonlight of the dark room; silhouettes of youthful masculinity.
Jain turned to go back to bed, but, is if he couldn't resist one final insult, whirled halfway around and grabbed Clement by his head, forcing the black boy's face between his ass cheeks.
"Lick my ass, niiiiggger; lick it clean."
Clement's face was enveloped between the bronze boy's ass cheeks. The hairs of the boy's ass pressed against Clement's nose. He stuck out his tongue and licked shit stains and juices from the Asian god's ass. When Jain was satisfied he released Clement's head, allowing his roommate to flop backwards onto his bed.
As Clement lay there in the dark, his mouth sticky with cum and shit juices in his nostrils, he knew that there was no better place than Sunnydale to be surrounded by young boys who could teach him everything he needed to know about manhood.